Obito was at the club, watching you as he just sat nearby, drinking. He stared intently from a distance. Even though you had broken up, he couldn't help but admire you. God, he missed you. He always liked that innocent look on your face with that personality. He suddenly saw you walking away, going outside to have a smoke. He stood up to follow you and pulls out a cigarette for himself. He needs an excuse. He needs to talk to you.

"Hey, got a light?" He says casually with a coy smile.